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 Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 7:30 am
Questor Information Username: Baneful Mule SN's: Uncreated at the moment IoDM Newbie? (Y/N): Nope, owner of Pyroth Serum: Each Uisge (Friesian horse/Bladderwrack/Predator (undecided)) CODE for your quest banner(s): Not created yet
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 7:31 am
Name: Blaine Firth
Age: 32
Nationality: Scottish
Appearance: Blaine is a tall man, of medium build, offset oddly by his broad strong shoulders and arms from his rowing and boating on the loch. His features are chiselled, grizzled looking but not excessively butch –no matter how much he wishes they were- bright blue-grey eyes looking out cheerfully from below his dark eyebrows. His hair is dark brown, bordering on black, allowed to grow almost down to his shoulders, if only because he is rarely inclined to make the day trip to the barbers to get it cut. His skin seems to fall somewhere between weather-worn from his time spent outdoors and the typical Scottish paleness of those born in a country where the sky is often cloudy and the sun’s rays weak. His skin itself is marred by the odd scar, all from trivial domestic and boating incidents. Overall, his appearance is that of a bachelor allowed to live how he deems fit, too lazy to expend much effort grooming himself for that wife his mother tormented him about getting. He is never seen without the gold crucifix chain his mother passed onto him, a family heirloom that has been in his family for years.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 12:49 pm
Personality: Lazy to the point of sloth, Blaine was never considered by anyone to be a mover or a shaker. Not even his teachers expected good things of him. He was bright in school, showed great promise but lacked any and all motivation to take it anywhere; this trait followed him into adulthood, settling for a job which all but embodied the easy life. Never one for hassle, he tends to keep himself to himself for the most part, glad for a chat with anyone who seeks him out but never a social butterfly. The main conflict in his attitude however, the one that causes him the most problems is the fact that, though he is lazy and very willing to set up a little rut and routine for himself, he gets bored with things quickly. This leaves him feeling trapped where he is, in a state of dissatisfied melancholy, every day telling himself things will get better when he acts but never taking the initiative In social situations, he fluctuates between a trifle headstrong and uncertain depending on how overbearing the other person strikes him as. He has an almost feline air about him, of the old ship's cat who has found a good source of food and is willing to entertain themselves simply sunbathing the days away
History: Born to a family of Catholics with a strong religious background, Blaine grew up in Glasgow, a city he found all at once, too rough and too loud. He never properly fitted in with any of the ned gangs that dominated his school but at the same time was never motivated enough to get himself classified as a geek. The result was that he passed through his school years primarily underneath the radar, only getting picked on for the typical more trivial things. However, this self inflicted social exclusion meant that he never really formed many lasting friendships, didn’t get invited to the discos his friends attended and for the most part, went on to college alone. Though another case of bad planning and low motivation, he allowed himself to be funnelled into a job he’d never even planned on, ending up, through a bluffed job application, getting employed at loch Lomond as a water quality inspector and part time technician on the surrounding weirs, dams and the like. It came with good accommodation arrangements but was one of the most boring jobs he’d ever experienced. Nevertheless, once he was settled, Blaine was hard to separate from his work and he spent almost a decade by the loch’s edge, his only excitement being when he climbed into his dated Ford escort and drove to Glasgow for a night in a bar or restaurant. Only on these occasions could he really come out of himself and pretend to be someone else. Other than this however, his life was unimaginably boring, his only hobbies being ones which involved the loch, fishing, rowing and the like, simply watching television on his second hand set or reading whatever books he bought on his trips to the city, conspiracy theories, no matter how weird and wacky, being his favourites.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 1:07 pm
Method of getting to the island: There comes a point in the life of any individual when they realise that what they are doing is never what they intended to do, where they are going is nowhere and that the only way to change it is to do something drastic, something crazy. Some people go out for a week of binge drinking, some people emigrate, some people simply up sticks and move, change their job, everything. When Blaine hit this point, he started frantically looking for a holiday, a way to escape the slate grey skies and the black shimmering waters. He went into Glasgow each and every day, asking around all the travel agents, looking for a holiday to end all others. He rejected all the usual offers of a trip to Malaga or the Canary Islands, tourist spots. What he wanted was something different. It took him months, pestering the local universities, council sponsored projects, everywhere. He left his details with all of them in case something came up that was different from the rest, losing track of who he’d called and who he hadn’t. He even started branching further afield, seeking this trip, calling placed outwith the United Kingdom. He had a lot of cash to throw around, accumulated through a tremendous amount of cash left to him by his parents, apparently something to do with him having a wealthy grandfather on his mother’s side. He was offered trips to Antarctica, Africa, Peru, Japan but not one of these took his fancy, he didn’t care to see the sights, he wanted somewhere he could chill out. It was only when he got an offer of a trip to the Bermuda triangle, to a remote desert island that he truly sat up and listened. The letter, he assumed, had been forwarded from one of the many companies and universities he had contacted in the recent weeks. The Bermuda triangle had featured very heavily in the books he adored and a holiday there seemed like an excellent idea. Not only could he relax away from the tourist clubs that rubbed him all the wrong way, he could be in amidst untouched nature. And who knew, maybe he’d have a clue as to what it was that made all those people vanish in the novels. It would give him space to think and motivation to change his life.
He had no idea it would be a situation where the decision would be made for him.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 1:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 1:40 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 1:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 1:42 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 1:43 pm
Reserved
Annnnd, open for posting.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 8:07 pm
First to post! G'luck, Baneluff. <3
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 1:14 am
Anything that sounds like Ekk-Whiskey deserves to be on the island. XD And it kills things. Holy crap, how awesome.
heart Luff from me.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 6:39 am
o.O wow, his personality sounds simular to me...
Cool character in any rate biggrin
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 1:00 pm
Thanks all <3
sola - Familiar like what?
I didn't know lazy ******** attitudes were copywrite anywhere.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 1:42 pm
Like you wrote out most of my personality traits and slightly exaggerated. Not copyright, just musing out loud sorry if it was worded wrong >.<
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 1:47 pm
Oh yeah sure, I copied your personality traits even though I've never even read your thread, don't have a ******** clue what you are questing for and based my character on myself.
But yeah, in real life I bet my personality is a copy of your character too.
In other words, coincidence. Deal.
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